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Post by cam on Mar 11, 2011 12:24:41 GMT -5
It wasn’t usual for Camille to be out at a bar drinking the way that she was tonight. Today, however, was an exception to all things. She had had a rough day at the office with her father and she was in need of an escape. The escape that she had in mind was the six empty shot glasses in front of her. Vodka always seemed to make her a bit hazy and make her do things that she normally wouldn’t do – she had found that out the hard way not too long ago. Shaking her head a little bit at the thought, she focused on the new, full shot glass in front of her. Her long fingers wrapped around the glass and she lifted it to her full lips, slowly letting the liquid slip down her throat. The sensation of the burning didn’t make her flinch, by now the feeling was almost natural. Her gaze flitted around the bar, taking in all of the people around her. An older guy to her left was giving her the eye and she stuck her nose up in the air, turning away from him. It was unlike her to be a bit of a stuck up bitch when she wanted to be and right now she didn’t have the time to ward off some drunken pedophile that wanted to get his kicks with a younger girl – she wasn’t in to that. And she sure as hell hoped that he didn’t think she was some cheap prostitute. If the Prada bag and shoes on her feet didn’t give that away, she didn’t know what would – then again this was a guy they were talking about he wouldn’t know Prada from Gucci if it bit him in the ass. Snickering at the thought, she ordered another shot, slipping the empty glass back on to the bar.
Guy troubles, that was the last thing she needed at the moment. She had enough of her own and all she had to worry about was one guy – and she really shouldn’t even be worried about him. It wasn’t like he was her boyfriend or they were anything serious. They hooked up a couple of times, but for whatever reason she couldn’t get him out of her head. Work had been the only thing to help her get her mind off of it, and now it seemed like it was only adding on to the pressures on her shoulder. Her father had been pressuring her about taking over the business, he wanted her to be his heir and Camille wasn’t exactly sure if she wanted to do that. Alexander Kerrington was also trying to find a suitable “lad” for his daughter, as he put it. He had been badgering her for weeks now that she wasn’t getting any younger and neither was he. He had tried setting her up on several duds that he called dates, but they all flopped before they had even begun. One guy was too old, the other two short, and the last one he tried to set her up with… just wanted in her pants or her skirt… whichever. Either way, she wasn’t liking any of the guys that he was setting her up with and she couldn’t help but find herself comparing every single one of them to Dante. He seemed to be the only thing on her mind lately, as much as she tried to get him off of it, she couldn’t help it. Sighing to herself, she crossed one leg over the other before knocking back another shot. That’s exactly what had her here right now; the pervert that her father had set her up with had tried to feel her up in his car on the way to the restaurant. She had pretty much bailed from the car and walked the short distance left to the bar, the same bar where she had met Dante at. Pushing that thought away, she licked her lips and glanced at the bartender, wondering if she should order another shot or not.
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